It might not be ordinary to randomly decide, in the blazing Ghanaian afternoon to put on sneakers and go outside for a run in the quiet streets of residential Labone.
It might not be ordinary to make flowers out of crepe paper and wear them in your hair in the middle of Accra wherever you go.
It might not be ordinary to decide that your summer look involves spraying half your hair blue and wearing it proudly to public places.
It might not be ordinary to randomly release energy by dancing and jumping up and down in the middle of public places especially when there is no music.
It might not be ordinary to insist on numbering the pages of your exercise book solely in Chinese characters.
It might not be ordinary to jump on someone’s back in the middle of the unfortunately tiny Accra mall on multiple occasions, and/or let him carry you down the Silverbird Cinema’s stairs or into Game.
It might not be ordinary to decide to sit down cross-legged on the floor in front of Shoprite because you want to prove to yourself that you can.
It might not be ordinary to spend all summer completing self-given projects on researching, drawing, and writing on dinosaurs and turning my bedroom into a dinosaur/Taylor Lautner/High School Musical museum for the sake of doing it.
It might not be ordinary to find a full moon the most fascinating thing on earth and go hysterical whenever it comes out.
It might not be ordinary to find time to sit down and write over 20 pages on how academics are killing the universe.
It might not be ordinary to fall down laugh-crying in the middle of a bookstore because you saw a book by Rick Riordan.
It might not be ordinary to hold a karaoke session by yourself in your bedroom at one a.m. with your voice and your speakers on maximum volume.
It might not be ordinary to be dancing on the streets outside your house at nine p.m. just because you felt an impulse.
It might not be ordinary to want so badly not to be ordinary. But what if this is, in fact, exactly what makes me ordinary?
Look at the second part of the name of your blog, does that answer your question?
The name of the blog is simply a result of desire.
Just saying
It might not be ordinary to put down all these things that has pricked my thinking. Good work!
LOL thank you. 🙂
Although I have no idea what you are thinking about.